Diction

this city's a curse.
foul and vile, rotting.
decaying and bleeding into the gutters.
clogging the life and draining the essence of the place we call home.
for too long have these streets cried and moaned.
calling out to the naked ear.
for too long has the wind howled and screamed for solace.
for too long have the wealthy grinned and the wicked reaped.
fancy the fire while it still burns.
only a few know how to light it up again.
I'm tired.

this body aches.
a distress call for help.
puncture my wounds and bleed out the pain.
its been too long in vain.
lust lost in disdain.
erotic dreams and savage pleasures only humble a violent mind.
but when the hatred is gone, in the darkest doldrums you lie.
no light shimmers on your window.
no heavenly ray of hope.
not the holy spirit himself cares, if he even knew how to cope.
I'm angry.

I live for the heart of another.
not a persona of contentious sorts.
amongst the black and the gray, smeared is the shade of blood.
while the birds kiss and throb their tongues,
pulling boners to calm their lungs, the signs of life dim so brightly.
but feelings that burn and scar the soul, fill the gaping hole.
blind to the ambiguity of the insane, becoming one with the mindless.
lost in the emptiness of your life as all reason falls apart
in the heart of this hell that sucks you dry.
twisted in the vines of disgust.
this city still throws its gloom over the broken.
I'm pale.